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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

FORD I’m not supposed to sleep with my employees. But how about fall in love with them? I’ve loved Charlie Alford since the day I met her. Now she’s leaving and I’ve only got once chance to get her to see we’re meant for each other, one chance to get past her walls and show her how great we’d be together. My method might be unconventional but it’s a shot I’m willing to take. In the end, she’ll love me. And if she doesn’t, I know she’ll definitely hate me. CHARLIE Ford Gross is the one man in my life that hasn’t tried to get into my panties. Of course he’s the only man I’ve truly wanted. My whole life I’ve been reminded over and over again how little I’m worth and the message has stuck. With Ford, it’s different. I’m different. But one night with Ford changes everything. He’s making me an offer I can’t refuse. But if I accept it means I’ll become everything I’ve always avoided and he’ll join the ranks of men that have used me and thrown me away.

Purchase Links Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/into-the-woods-by-alexa-sinclaire All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-intothewoods-2175207-149.html Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/into-the-woods-mf Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N75BMV5/ Amazon.co.uk: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N75BMV5/ Amazon.ca: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01N75BMV5/ Excerpt Stepping into the main living area was stepping into a movie set. The place was a mix of quaint mountain cabin meets modern minimalist man-cave. This was not the Ford I knew. But I guess I didn’t know him that well.“I’m going to make us something to drink. Something with chocolate. That always makes women happy,” he half-mumbled to himself as he headed towards the open-plan kitchen. “Have a look around and I’ll be right with you.”The large dark leather sectional couches faced a television that could pass as a movie screen. Ford obviously liked hanging out. As far as I knew, he wasn’t social though. I pictured him sitting alone on one of his huge, comfy looking couches, watching a movie. Alone. And it made me sad. Although who was I to judge? My one and only friend, Katy, have left for Paris and most of my weekends were now spent working on my business plan and watching The West Wing.Moving on, I spied a pair of French doors leading off from the living room out onto an enormous deck. The sound of Ford making hot cocoa filtered my way and I thought about offering to help. After making coffee for other people all day, the last thing I wanted to do was make another hot beverage, and anyway, the deck was calling me. Unlocking the doors, I walked out onto what was basically a deck the size of the house. It extended into the woods and he hadn’t cut the trees down near the back, making it feel enclosed, the dark woods looming up around me. It should have been creepy and daunting. But the overall impression was the opposite. Somehow it felt cozy and secluded. A couple of deck chairs were laid out near the end furthest away from the house.Sitting down, I closed my eyes and just took a moment to myself. The Serena drama, missing Katy, not exactly loving the whole abstinence thing but knowing it was good for me, my connection with Ford I knew would only ever just be a friendship, what I was going to do with my life now. My thoughts buzzed in my head and I concentrated on pushing them out one by one and just listening to the natural noises around me. The sounds of the woods took over slowly—an owl or two, the rustle of the leaves as a soft wind fluttered through the branches. This is what I need. Peace and quiet.“Pretty peaceful, isn’t it?”I yelped in surprise. So lost on my moment of calm, I hadn’t even heard Ford approaching. Balanced on one hand, Ford held a tray with our two cups of something chocolaty and in the other, his laptop. I reached up and took the tray, placing it on the small table between the chairs. “I was just thinking that. This place is amazing. I’d live out on this deck, if I had this place.” He smiled in appreciation. “You won’t be saying that in about twenty minutes. I ran out of candles and the mosquitos can get vicious. But we’ve got enough time before the little vampires descend and I thought you could show me your proposal.” Sitting down sideways on my chair, he propped his laptop on my knees. “I kind of assumed you had it stored in a cloud or your email, so just log in and get it.” I bit my lip, acutely aware of Ford’s gaze. For some reason showing Ford my business plan felt more intimidating than showing the bank. He nudged my shoulder and I bent over and logged in to my email.

Once I’d opened the document, I slid it over onto his lap and waited. His eyes flitted across the page as he quickly scrolled through it. Sitting this close to him, I decided to focus on anything but the fact Ford, an heir to one of the country’s most successful businesses, was probably laughing inside at my pathetic attempt to start my own little enterprise. Instead, I decided to focus on the fact our bodies were touching.A lot.Sitting side by side, we were making contact essentially from our shoulders, all the way down our torsos, thighs, and then knees. Every moment, breath, sigh, fidget he made, I felt. There was something about Ford, the way he was so contained and in control, made me think underneath all that was an animal, waiting to get out. A caveman he needed to keep leashed in order to pass as a civilized man. Sure, his job wasn’t particularly masculine—selling coffee, but Ford was all man. I sometimes caught him looking at me when we worked together, his face dark and almost angry.The first few times I thought it was because I messed up an order or dropped a bag of freshly ground beans, but then I realized it was something else. I didn’t know what it was though. At first I hoped it was lust or even longing. But he never made a move. Not once. A long time ago, a few months into working with him, I’d tried to flirt and let him know I’d be up for something but he never made his move. I’d dropped any fantasy I had of being with a man like Ford. I still caught him looking but that didn’t mean much. Maybe he just liked to look. Lots of guys looked but never touched.But sitting here, so close, I let myself wonder if perhaps I’d given up a bit too quick with Ford. I mean, he didn’t need to invite me to his house, did he? He could have patted me on the back and sent me on my way with a sympathetic smile and it would have been just as I expected. I struggled to read him, really read him and it made applying my little rules of life virtually useless.Social Media and Contact Email: alexasinclairewrites@gmail.com Website: http://www.alexasinclaireauthor.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlexaSinclaire Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alexasinclaireauthor/ Tumblr: http://alexasinclaire.tumblr.com/ About Alexa SinclaireAlexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Childhood traumas lurk deep. Victoria Sparrow knows that. Especially when one’s father rejects one as not being worthy. Her romantic relationships founder, until Logan Doherty. He gives her reason to believe in goodness and true love, and she commits her heart and soul to him.

No longer prey to her damaged, young self, Victoria eagerly looks forward to their upcoming marriage—until she meets Logan at the altar. He informs her the wedding is off before their assembled friends and family, and will not tell her why.

Cast back into the nightmare of rejection, a devastated Victoria undertakes the momentous task of putting her life back together, her trust broken, her worst fears realized.

Meanwhile, Logan is working equally hard to deal with the secretive events that led to that cruel rejection, and then he plans to make it up to his tattered bride. If she will forgive him.

Excerpt:

The world narrowed to him and her, and a little slice of churning emotions she couldn’t decipher. “You’re calling off the wedding. Our wedding. Now.” Just in case she hadn’t heard him correctly. This had the makings of a horrible, sick joke…

Shoving a hand through his hair, he obviously struggled to meet her stare. His tawny eyes were turbulent. “I am. I … just decided. It’s—”

“What?” Victoria tumbled to it, falling into the abyss of her history. Deep down, she knew why. Too bad he’d only just decided. Now. At this inopportune time. All her issues and stupid insecurities washed over her from wherever they’d been banished to, banished by Logan’s resolute pursuit and sincere belief in her. He’d addressed her fears, made her whole—and now? Now her tender underbelly was exposed—without a shred of armor—for the deathblow. The sublime lovemaking of a mere few hours earlier faded in the face of it.

“I—” Real pain and misery now seemed to burn in his eyes, and despite her terrified anticipation, she wanted to soothe him. Through set lips, he continued, “I don’t have the words to tell you why Victoria. I’m sorry. But the wedding is off.”

Still, she waited, believing he would somehow embellish, give her an explanation that wouldn’t make this about her, but he stood there mutely, now staring someplace over her shoulder. She checked out the direction of that gaze—maybe there was an answer there, but she saw only a watercolor of a pastoral scene. Please.

She let her pride crumble and begged. “Logan. This doesn’t make any sense. We… Only this morning…”

He shook his head and straightened to his full height. “It’s off.”

Deep inside there was an utter certainty that it did indeed make sense. He’d figured her out. Seen to the core of her the way others had. In despair, she gave up the fight to believe in him and their love in response to his firm declaration. The Victoria of her childhood emerged, in blind response, lashing out to hide from the truth.

“Was it the thrill of the chase? And then when you caught me, you became afraid you were settling? That there’s something better around the corner?”

She didn’t want to wait for a response. She had to leave. Now. What would get her past the sideways looks and the knowing stares? The church was full of family and friends—and others who had probably predicted this very moment…

“Victoria. You need to calm down. It’s not like that.”

“Calm. Down?” She was aware her voice was climbing as she talked over him, and the small room, the one where she and Logan would have been closeted to sign the papers finalizing their marriage, wasn’t soundproof. She modulated her tone the very best she could, humiliation and pain squeezing her very being. “What is it like, then, exactly?”

“I can’t say.”

“Tell me.”

He looked away. “I can’t.”

Dropping her beautiful bouquet of red roses, entwined with baby’s breath and white, embossed ribbon on the desk, the air currents disturbed the uncompleted marriage papers. They fluttered, mocking her. She stared up at the face of the man she loved. And faced the realization that she indeed still loved him. That part, at least, hadn’t changed despite the mortification of being dumped at the freaking altar. Love. She thought it was love. Too bad it wasn’t real.

“And I’m supposed to take that and be calm!”

“Yes, calm down.” His face was set in grim determination, his eyes hot. “We’ll … we’ll get through this.”

She narrowed her eyes and leaned into him. What couldn’t she be one of those classy women who took this kind of thing in stride and walked away without making a scene? Maybe she could be. Drawing on a reserve of strength she wasn’t aware she possessed, she said, “I’m calm. Dead calm. So shut up now. I never want to hear your voice again, let alone set eyes on you.”

Squaring her shoulders, she closed off his next attempt to speak. She avoided his outstretched hand and ignored the sudden abject despair written across his handsome features. Was he embarrassed? If he didn’t want a scene, why in hell had he chosen this public place to dump her? Flinging the door openam to the main part of the church, she surveyed the people filling the pews. Those congregated there stilled into silence, with only an occasional murmur marring the quiet. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked in their direction. Victoria stepped forward. Classy. She could do this.

About the Author:

Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She recently closed her part-time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist. She and her husband have a seasonal business and pretend to work well together.

Writing for years, mostly short stories and poetry, she has published dark erotica under another pen name and reads everything she can lay her hands on.​http://www.perielizabethscott.com/https://www.facebook.com/perielizabeth.scottperibeth@hotmail.ca

Friday, November 25, 2016

Thank you for having me on your blog today with my latest release, Reine’s
Salvation (Alpha Protectors I).The idea for this paranormal-suspense romance began back in 2014 with an
anthology call. The anthology never went through and I left the story in the
backburner for two years. When I finally picked it up again I realized that
there was a lot more to tell.The characters from the story in 2014 stepped aside and Reine took center
stage. He had a story to tell. His life hadn’t been easy. He was a tortured
hero with a sleuth of problems. He didn’t think he deserved a happy ending.However, I just had to prove him wrong, right? *grin*

Alpha Protectors, 1

He’s the kind of man her mother
warned her to steer clear from...

Mystique is happy with her current life, but for years she's struggled on a
path of self-destruction. She knows she shouldn't get involved with the brooding
hunk at the bar, but how can she stay away when his sorrowful gaze is so
compelling?

Reine has lost everything: his wife, his friends, his ability to fight, and
his identity as an Alpha Protector. There's nothing left for him except a world
of anger and bitterness. At least, that’s what he believes until he meets an
intrepid waitress.

The attraction between them is immediate, but while Reine can’t let go of
his past, Mystique is not willing to return to hers. With darkness constantly
closing in, will they find a way to be together? Or, will Reine's behavior
destroy their future?

“Sure,” she agreed. She observed him
for an instant. His eyes were closed. Her gaze traveled across his nose and
over to his full lips. Damn it if she didn’t want to kiss him. She lay back
down, trying to still her beating heart. “What would you like to talk about?”
she asked.

“How about this insane attraction
we’re both feeling?”

“What?” Mystique squeaked.

“You heard me.”

Mystique shut her eyes as she heard
the rustle of his clothes. She didn’t dare open them.

“I haven’t felt so attracted to any
woman in over two years, and from what you’ve told me, it’s been a while for
you too.”

Eight years, she thought. She’d kept
herself away from one-night stands and sex with others in general, afraid she’d
become angry and bitter again if things didn’t work out. She played with her
toys and enjoyed her body on her own. It had been enough, until Reine.

He was
driving her hormones crazy.

“Well, yes.” She licked her lips.

“Damn it, woman, do you know what
that does to me?”

Mystique gasped as Reine’s lips
brushed against hers.

“It makes me want to devour your
mouth,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding
breathless to her own ears.

“Don’t be. Look at me,” Reine said
gruffly.

She opened her eyes and found his
face inches away. The intensity of his gaze was like looking into a pool of
flaming desire that threatened to consume her.

“I thought—”

“Don’t think. It’ll make it easier.”

She didn’t have time to issue a
protest as he lowered his head and kissed her. They both groaned as their lips
melded against each other. His teeth snagged on her bottom lip, pulling
slightly and making her body react like a fire alarm at the first hint of
smoke. His tongue licked a path across her bottom and upper bow, and she
eagerly opened up for him, needing to taste more. Her nipples hardened beneath
her top.

Reine pulled her up into a sitting
position and smashed his lips against hers. He possessed her mouth with his,
not with strength, but with the ability of a man who knew what he was doing.
His tongue delved deep, intertwining with hers. Mystique moaned. Her mind went
blank, her senses taking priority over anything else. All she could do was feel
the touch of his hand on her back, and the warmth of his mouth against hers.

Breathless, they both pulled back
after a few minutes. Her hands trembling, she pushed a few strands of his hair
away from his face. Reine kissed her gently. She angled her head and he
explored her mouth at a more leisurely pace.

“You drive me insane,” he whispered.
“This is not normal,” he insisted.

Mystique giggled.

“I want to fuck you,” he groaned
into her ear. He brought her hand to his cock. Eagerly, she stroked him over
his jeans. Liquid rushed to coat her panties and a dull ache began to throb
between her legs.

“And what are you waiting for?”

“I can’t. Not here. Not after what
you’ve told me.”

“What?” She placed a hand on his
chest and pushed back. “What do you mean?”

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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Considered
weird by normal standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys
making up songs about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank
sheet of paper, talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up
with love stories to make readers dream.

From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she
enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes
in between happy ever after.